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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 May. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.