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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.