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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.