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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Gong,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.