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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.