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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.