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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.