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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.