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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.