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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.