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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Darondo,
UT,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Swans,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.