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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.