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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 Milan and Bologna.
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 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.