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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.