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 Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.