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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Searchers to the electroclash 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Skaos,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.