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 Cambodia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.