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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Lyres,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
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.