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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.