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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.