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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
MDC,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.