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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.