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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.