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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.