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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.