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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
The Names,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.