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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Skarface,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.