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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Mummies to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Cure,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.