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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.