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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.