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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.