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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.