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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Index,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.