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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.