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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
UT,
MDC,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.