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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.