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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Faust,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.