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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.