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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
UT,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.