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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Move,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.