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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.