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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.