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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Names to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.