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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.