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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.