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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Beijing and London.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.