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 Belarus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.