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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.