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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.