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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.