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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Hoover 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.