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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.