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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.