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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Smog,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.