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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.