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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.