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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.