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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.