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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.