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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.