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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
John Holt,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.