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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Wire,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.