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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ituana to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.