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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.