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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Index,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.