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 Japan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.