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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.