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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.