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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Lalann,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.