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 Russia and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
The Move,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.