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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.