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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.