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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Surgeon,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.