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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Mandrill 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.