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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.