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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.