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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.