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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.