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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
The Index,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.