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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.