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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.