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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Gong,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.