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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.