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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.