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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.