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 Angola and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.