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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.