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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.