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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.