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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.