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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.