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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
UT,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.