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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.