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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.