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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.