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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.