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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Pop Group,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
DNA,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.