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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 United States of America,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.