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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.