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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Pole,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.