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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.