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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.