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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
MC5,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Pole,
Nico,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.