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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.