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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.