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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.