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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.