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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.