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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.