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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.