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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.