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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.