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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
The Saints,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.