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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.