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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.