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 Singapore and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.