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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
ABC,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.