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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.