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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.