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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.