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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Crime to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
MDC,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Cymande,
Wire,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Magma,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.