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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
The Fall,
The Standells,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.