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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.