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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Section 25,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.