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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.