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 Albania 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.