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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone 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?
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.