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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Japan,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.