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 Gabon 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.