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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Audionom,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.