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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the grime 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.