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 Cuba and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days 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?
Monolake,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.