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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.