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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.