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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.