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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.