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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.