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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Wire,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.