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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.