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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
the Association,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.