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 Macedonia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.