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 United Kingdom 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.