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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
the Association,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.