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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Crime,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.