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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 organ 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.