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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.