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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Interpol,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.