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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.