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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Technova,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.