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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.