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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Brick,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.