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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.