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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.