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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Audionom,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.