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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.