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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.