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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.