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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.