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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 snare 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.