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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.