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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.