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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.