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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.