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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.