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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.