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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.