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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.