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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.