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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.