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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.