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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.