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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Franke,
Suicide,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.