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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.