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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.