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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Slave,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.