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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.