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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
X-102,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.