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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
AZ,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.