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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.