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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Pole,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.