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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.