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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Doors to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.