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 Palau and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.