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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.