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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All DNA 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.