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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.