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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.