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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.