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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 snare 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 The Offenders to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Can,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.