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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Nas,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.