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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.