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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas 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?
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.