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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.