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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
ABC,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.