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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.