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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.