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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.