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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 Angels of Light to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.