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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.