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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.