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 Brazil and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.