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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.