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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Television,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.