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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.