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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.