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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.