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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.