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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.