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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.