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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.