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 Ecuador 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.