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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Fugazi,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.