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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.