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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.