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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.