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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Gun Club 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
ABC,
PIL,
Flipper,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.