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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.