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 Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.