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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.