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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.