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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.