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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.