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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.