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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.