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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Technova,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.