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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
JFA,
Monks,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Main Source,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.