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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Lyres,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.