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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Scientists,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.