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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
the Association,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.