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 Russia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.