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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Archie Shepp 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.