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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Deakin to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.