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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Can,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.