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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
ABC,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
CMW,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.