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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the funk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.