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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.