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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.