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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.