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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.