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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.