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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.