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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.