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 Burundi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Magma,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.