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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.