Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.