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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Saints to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.