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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.