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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 808 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
the Normal,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.