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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.