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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Count Five to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.