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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.