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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.