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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Television,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.