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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis 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?
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.