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 Russia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.