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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.