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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.