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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
UT,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
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.