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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.