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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Skaos,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.