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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.