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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.