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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.