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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
X-101,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.