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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover 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?
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.