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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.