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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.