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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.