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 India and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Index,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.