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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.