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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.