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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.