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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.