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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
JFA,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.