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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.