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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.