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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
June of 44,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Franke,
Shoche,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.