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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.