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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.