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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.