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 Israel and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Rekid,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.