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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly 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 disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.