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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Victims,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.