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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.