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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Slave,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.