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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.