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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.