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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
JFA,
Roxette,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.