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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.