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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.