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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.