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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.