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 Argentina and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.