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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.