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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.