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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.