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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Nirvana to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.