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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Pole,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.