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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.