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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.