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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.