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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.