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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Can,
10cc,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.