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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Barracudas to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.