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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Faust,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.