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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Franke,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.