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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.