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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Fear,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.