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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
UT,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.