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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.