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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Jandek,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.