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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.