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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Magma,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.