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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Wings,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.