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 China and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.