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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Suicide,
Technova,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.