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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.