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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.