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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.