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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.