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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.