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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Misunderstood to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.