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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.