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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Mars,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.