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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.