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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.