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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.