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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.