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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.