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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Brick,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.