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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.