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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.