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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.