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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
PIL,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Crime,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.