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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.