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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 organ 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
June Days,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.