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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.