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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.