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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.