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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.