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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.