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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
UT,
10cc,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.