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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 snare 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.