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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Mars,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Nico,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.