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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Jandek,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.