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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Can,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.