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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.