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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.