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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.