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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Technova,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.