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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.