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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.