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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.