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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.