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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.