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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.