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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.