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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Main Source,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.