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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Symarip,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.