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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.