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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.