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 Colombia and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.