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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.