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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Gong,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.