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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.