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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.