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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.