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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.