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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.