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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.