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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.