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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Monks,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.