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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.