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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
the Normal,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.