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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.