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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.