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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.