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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.