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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.