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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.