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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Index,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.