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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.