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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.