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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deakin to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.