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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.