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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.