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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Scion,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.