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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.