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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
MDC,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.