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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.