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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Lindisfarne 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.