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 France and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.