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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Television,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.