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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.