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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 June Days 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.