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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Smog,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth 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.