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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.