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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.