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 France and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.