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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.