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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Technova,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.