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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.