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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.