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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.