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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.