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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.