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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
June Days,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.