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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.