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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.