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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.