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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.