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 Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.