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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Ituana 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.