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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.