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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.