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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.