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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.