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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.