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 Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.