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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.