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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Inner City to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.