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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.