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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.