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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.