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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.