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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
PIL,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.