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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.