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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.