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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
cv313,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.