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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.