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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.