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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
The Names,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.