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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
The Index,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Oblivians,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.