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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.