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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.