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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Smog,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
The Busters,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.