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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.