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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.