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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.