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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.