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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Josef K,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.