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 Antigua 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.