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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Franke,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.