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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
New Order,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.