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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.