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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.