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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.