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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Pole,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.