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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.