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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.