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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.