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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.