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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
the Association,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.