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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.