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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Wire,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.