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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.