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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.