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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.