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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.