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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.