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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.