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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
The Remains,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Scion,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.