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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.