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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.