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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.