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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.