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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.