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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.