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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.