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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.