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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.