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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Max Romeo 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.