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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.