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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.