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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.