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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.