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 the UAE and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.