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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.