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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.