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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Names,
The Busters,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.