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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.