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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.