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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Slave to the grunge 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.