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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.