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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.