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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Technova,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.