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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.