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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.