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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.