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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.