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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Misunderstood to the rap 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.