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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Inner City,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.