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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.