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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 808 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Q65,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.