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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.