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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 organ 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.