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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Gong,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.