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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.