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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.