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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.