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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.