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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Fear,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Slave,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.