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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
UT,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.