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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.