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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.