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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.