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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Brick,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.