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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.