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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Nico,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Skaos,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.