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 Africa and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.