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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.