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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
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.